Not once in my life have I ever said to anyone, “You wanna smoke a bowl?”
Still, I get ads via emails on my computer about water bongs, vaporizers, smoking pipes and scales.
With edibles, I get emails about pot brownies and marijuana-infused peach soda. It sounds like a picnic you’d have to toss in the bushes if the cops showed up.
There are also regular incoming movie trailers on my computer for Reefer Madness, an “unabashed propaganda film with alarmist views on the dangers of marijuana addiction,” plus trailers for Assassin of Youth and The Narcotics Story.
Similarly, not once in my life have I ever gone to a bingo hall looking for a date. Still, I get recurring email and pop-up ads about “New Singles, Zoosk members, women 65 to 72.”
I’ve never replied to any of the aforementioned ads or clicked for more information.
With the Zoosk ad, a response did pop into my head that I thought might provide a chuckle on the other end: “I’m a foot fetish, seeking same, or a job in a shoe store.”